Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same every day, homie
Lord please me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga wake up to the shit everyday, homie
Walk through the valley of the of death
No rules,

Washing my off in hell's water
Feel like the Bible me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my in 'em, will you answer me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm find my way

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got to catch
High on on some drug, I'm Space
Dreaming I don't live up on the no more
trying to make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, a block away
Snow White turned eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the
Bucket hat a strap like the pilgrim uh
Kneeling down with some to address like
Why the ones who commit the worst live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark five
But I flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats
Streets held me down, got in a Pyrex
in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
Sewer of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, your whole body
on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, that, pledge allegiance
Kill mine, yours, make it even
Soul saving, Mr. Preacher
I I only come around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
When I'm in jail or my card declined
Uh, will you me?
Take me out of and make plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was me and my niggas, we was trying to survive
But we would never make it out
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven that day arrive
Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't
Car window shattered, glass on my right
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, baby boy
Same jacket on back in the day
Praying that the Lord come and take me

Uh but if God don't help me, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way

Ey yo tuna fish bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a
Caught me in the airport that I was thinkin'
On how to stay and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, is the issue, I diss you
no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit king
Cooling at the spot with a screwed face grin
No wage bet, we winning, play it again, yo
Put the bone in jaw, now say it again
knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the shotty
killers who make the events iller
This is realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes the truth
You the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas